Very normal, personable, nice. Always thought she was pretty. We talked through a cyclone fence but basically face to face still. Just we two. Daddy Bush had just won the presidential election and everybody had been up all night and were now on the tarmac, a small crowd, to see them off to DC for the inauguration. We went on a fluke. George was a few feet away talking to a reporter. The two girls' schoolwork flew away in the wind and it was hilarious watching the SS go crazy trying to retrieve it. Funny cause I used to deal with Bush's sales guys when I worked for his printing company. I had to crop their family photo once while doing their holiday card and Jeb was so tall it was extremely difficult to know where to crop the photo. Back then I didn't know what I know now. The dad is a stiff but his kid is a good old boy and pretty nice. Those days, I believed about everything the media told me.